Yesterday when I checked Facebook, I found that my hometown of Tahlequah had experienced a real-life mystery. Along about eleven o’clock Saturday evening, a large explosion or what sounded like an explosion startled everyone for miles around. Some people even reported feeling the shock waves. Some said it was a series of explosions. So far as I know, it is yet unexplained. If you have heard more than this, I’d appreciate knowing it. I’m really wondering what caused it. Hmm. Now, let me think; how can I weave this into the current mystery-in-progress?
Writing fictional mysteries is fun but life is also full of real-life mysteries, like this one. There has to be a reason behind the fact, but what is it? Last year, I posted about real-life mysteries so here it is again:
Life itself is a mystery. I never know what’s just around the corner. Neither do you. And, we never know how those mysteries will ultimately turn out. Sometimes it seems we don’t have much control of the mystery nor how it ends. Dad’s philosophy was, “Life isn’t what you make it. It’s how you take it.”
But, ah, the joys of being a mystery writer. An alarming experience entangles Darcy, Flora, and Ned in unbelievable snarls. It is a challenge to make it come round right. Believe me, I am on the side of our two sleuths and am in their corner all the way through. I want you to feel that way too.
Writing mysteries is the spice of life. It puts a spring in my step, a gleam in my eye, and a blush to my cheek. It keeps me young. Well, okay, it keeps me younng-ER. Real life, even though it is unpredictable and can be alarming, offers a rich field for imagination to take those actualities and weave them into a story. Evil people, misguided miscreants and pompous pretenders will receive their just rewards. The story has a happy ending. It’s neat and fulfilling and it offers hope that just maybe we can deal with real life and come out triumphant too.
Speak Your Mind